Happy Monday to all! On the first Monday of each month, I decided I’m going to start doing what my AP Lit teacher used to call “Monday Musings” (no copyright infringement intended). Now it’s been more years than I’d like to count since I was in High School, so I’ve decided to steal the essence of the assignment and make it my own.
I have collections of quotes, passages, and blurbs from books that I love. Some are meaningful to me, some hit home, some make me laugh, or make me cry, sometimes I love the sentiment of the quote, or I just think it’s a beautifully written. I want to share my favorites that happened to be worthy of my highlighter. I encourage you all to share quotes that mean something to you, whether it’s from a new release, a classic, a children’s book or anything in between- let it be a little spotlight as to why your favorite books are so great.
How it’s going to work:
On Monday I will choose 1 book, the number of quotes I choose from that book will be based on the day of the month that Monday falls on. So for instance, today is Monday the 6th. So, my book for this Monday is The History of Love by Nicole Krauss and I will choose 6 of my favorite quotes from that book.
“Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered, and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword, a pebble could be a diamond, a tree, a castle. Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house across the field, from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was queen and he was king. In the autumn light her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls, and when the sky grew dark, and they parted with leaves in their hair. Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.” – Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
“Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someone’s hair. And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted–wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt the strength of a man, and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt. Part of you thought: Please don’t look at me. If you don’t, I can still turn away. And part of you thought: Look at me.” – Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
“That’s what I do. Watch movies and read. Sometimes I even pretend to write, but I’m not fooling anyone. Oh, and I go to the mailbox.” – Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
“I touched this thing and that. At the end, all that’s left of you are your possessions. Perhaps that’s why I’ve never been able to throw anything away. Perhaps that’s why I hoarded the world; with the hope that when I died, the sum total of my things would suggest a life larger than the one I lived.” – Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
“I want to say somewhere: I’ve tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in.” – Nicole Krauss, The History Of Love
“If I had a camera,” I said, “I’d take a picture of you every day. That way I’d remember how you looked every single day of your life.”
“I look exactly the same.”
“No, you don’t. You’re changing all the time. Every day a tiny bit. If I could, I’d keep a record of it all.”
“If you’re so smart, how did I change today?”
“You got a fraction of a millimeter taller, for one thing. Your hair grew a fraction of a millimeter longer. And your breasts grew a fraction of a—”
“They did not!”
“Yes, they did.”
“What else, you big pig?”
“You got a little happier and also a little sadder.”
“Meaning they cancel out each other, leaving me exactly the same.”
“Not at all. The fact that you got a little happier today doesn’t change the fact that you also become a little sadder. Every day you become a little more of both, which means that right now, at this exact moment, you’re the happiest and the saddest you’ve ever been in your whole life.” – Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
If you are interested in reading “The History of Love,” check out the goodreads page here!